This is a review also for Book beginnings on Friday.
The third week of June, and there it is again: the same almost embarrassingly familiar breath of sweetness that comes every year about this time. I catch it on the warm evening air as I walk past the well-ordered gardens in my quiet street, and for a moment I’m a child again and everything’s before me – all the frightening, half-understood promise of life.
The two boys Keith and Stephen are best friends, living in the same street and only having each other. Stephen is the old man in the introduction above who goes back to his childhood street to remember what really happened during a few months during the Second World War in their little corner of the world.
Keith and Stephen create a hideout place in the end of the street among the wilderness there. From there they have a good view over the street and start spying on what people are doing. It is quite innocent until one day Keith says: ‘My mother is a German spy.’